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And now, on with the show.
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The Draconis Saga
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Prologue
Seven Calling
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An old man stood in a large room, looking down on six of his fellows in front of him. He was tall and thin, with a long grey beard stretching down from his chin to the white bone clasp of his robes, which were white in colour, as was his cloak and hair. He held in his hand a long cane, also white, and ornately carved. It was thin with runes carved into the wood from the very end, which was pointed into a needle like shape, to the top, which ended in a carving of the feathers of the four winds and a white orb resting in the very middle where they met at the base of the fixture and the beginning of the rod underneath.
His eyes were a soft blue, and they twinkled gently in his old face, looking kindly down on the six figures in front of him.
They wore ornate robes of blue satin with gold ties around their waists, and a single black rune on their left shoulders telling what they were - Sorcerers. They sat in the middle of a long room. The walls were of white marble. The ceiling and beams above their heads and the floor planks below them were made of thick sturdy planks of cedar. The carpets were of wool, thick, red and soft to the touch. Oaken shelves filled with books or other trinkets lined most of the right wall, while the one to its opposite, which faced the south west, was covered wall to wall with glass windows, which offered an impressive view of the hills and forests below them down the mountain, as well as a spectacular view of the waterfall and river which moved the water out of the northern mountains. The wall behind them led to the hall and other rooms in the building, while the one in front of him was a large fire place with a stone hearth and oaken mantel place, carved to look like one if the limbs of the tree it was taken from. In front of it, there was a wide desk, again, made of cedar and oak. On top of it lay a large tome, yellowing from age, and a small metal medallion.
"Are you ready?"
They nodded, standing up and taking out long, undecorated oaken staves. They moved into a circle in the middle of the room putting their staves together into a point just above their heads. The old mage picked up the volume and medallion from his desk and brought both back to his colleagues in the circle. He set the medallion down on the floor in the centre of the group, returned to his place in the ring and began to read aloud. The others chanted what he said along with him.
Their voices blended into one, chanting again and again.
"Nos ad se vocare de noster salvator, noster duxcis, quo quidam quis voluntas capĕre nobis tenus victorium! Pervenire tunis nobis! Pervenire tunis nobis! Pervenire tunis nobis!"
The amulet began to glow a faint hunter green, which grew stronger with each word of the spell. As the last word was chanted, the metal flared suddenly, and the runes engraved on it flashed. Before their eyes, the medallion abruptly vanished, leaving nothing but a slight burn mark on the red carpet before them, which was repaired by a muttered word from one of the mages.
The leader looked around at his fellows.
He sighed. "Now we wait."
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A/N: So what do you think? It's only a start, mind you, the real story starts during the first chapter, but I just had to give you all a mysterious beginning to chew on. If you have any ideas as to where this is going or you want to contribute an idea, go ahead, I'll appreciate it.
Just so you know, the incantation just spoken is in Latin, meaning the following:
We call on our Saviour, our Leader, the one who will lead us to victory. Come to us! Come to us! Come to us!
*grins* Nice, eh?
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SilverDagger
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